𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝑳𝒐𝒕𝒖𝒔; 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒅𝒂𝒊𝒓

𝑰𝒏 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑴𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒚

She has had many personalities, and they are all apart of her. They all make her who she is. But, what happens when one of those personalities dominates the rest? Is she still the same person?

Lilith Monroe had gone through many phases of life, but this one might be the worst. She has been carefully conditioned by President Snow and his administration. He has made her into a mindless, wild animal. She doesn't know who she is. She can't remember anything from her life. The only thing she knows is that she has to put a stop to Katniss and this rebellion. It's her mission.

So, when the sedation slowly wears off and she wakes up in a strange place, she immediately jumps into fight mode. She begins yelling and cursing at everyone who tries to touch her.

"Get the hell off of me!" She yells as a doctor tries to place an IV in her arm.

"Ms. Monroe, please! I'm only trying to help," The doctor attempts to calm her.

She fights so hard against the doctor. One of her flailing arms hits the doctor in the face. The doctor is stunned and immediately retreats. He calls over reinforcements, and tells them this girl needs to be held down. A group of four men hold down her arms and legs, only leaving her mouth to scream and yell at them. One of the men holding down her arm looks away, and she moves her head towards his arm and clamps her teeth down into his flesh. The man snaps back from her.

"She needs to be locked up!" He tells, holding his arm. "Get someone to lock her up!"

She grins at the state of chaos in the infirmary. Nurses and doctors running around, security rushing into through doors, yelling and screaming being heard from every inch of the place.

Give them a good show. President Snow's words echo in her mind. She hears them over and over again like a broken record. Give them a good show. This is just about the best show they could be getting, and she's proud of it.

When security guards rush towards her, she scowls and tries to escape. But, they hold her down and tie her arms and legs with thick restraints. She is strapped down to the bed, she can't move properly. She can only thrash against the cuffs on her wrists and ankles. The restraints bring on memories from the shock therapy. She doesn't want to be shocked again.

"Get away!" She yells once more, becoming panicked due to the restraints.

Her doctors watch as she thrashes her body around wildly. They speak with themselves, and a boy comes into view. He's a dirty blonde with entrancing sea green eyes. The sight makes her pause and stare. Being lost in those eyes is a familiar feeling, but she can't think of when it happened before.

"Lil?" The boy says, coming closer. She doesn't say anything. The boy is at her bedside, and reaches for her hand. "Lilith?"

He inches his hand closer, his fingers brush against hers. She watches his hand, and then looks back at his eyes. As she stares at him, he grows confused.

"Why is she strapped down like this?" He asks the doctor.

She looks at her hand touching his. Something inside her is begging to be let out. No. She can't. It's all becoming too much. She starts yelling and fighting against the restraints once more. The boy retracts his hand and looks at her with worry. But, she doesn't care. She doesn't even know who this boy is. She just wants to give these people hell.

Her yelling fit is cut short when the doctor injects her with another sedative.

"No! Stop it! Stop.." Her voice trails off as she's weighted down by the sedation. She slips back into her unconscious, which is peaceful for everyone involved.

Lilith Monroe, a once sweet girl who loved her brother, has become just a memory for those in her life. What has replaced her, is something no one wants to remember. She has turned into a loveless, mean creature. No one is happy she's here, especially with the way she's been acting. Except, there may be one who is willing to find that loving person and bring her back. But, until she is back, she will be mourned.